Arriving at the funeral home, I quickly completed the procedures.

Mom was lying in the coffin, her eyes forever closed, never to see again.

Speaking of it, my mother had only seen Bella twice. The Bella she knew was based on my description.

I told my mother that Bella was too busy, but she actually wanted to come to visit you.

I had said too many times that even I believed it.

I handled all the work of Bella's company.

From company development planning, to operations, to cost control, to personnel management, I took on all the work.

Bella only needed to stand on the stage beautifully, enjoying the praise of the crowd, becoming a star entrepreneur, attending various occasions, and sharing entrepreneurial experiences.

I hid in the company, silently expanding the company's scale by dozens of times.

I was willing to do all this.

The first time I saw Bella, I fell deeply in love with her.

Bella was so outstanding in the crowd, extremely dazzling. Anyone beside her would be overshadowed.

I didn't expect Bella to be with me, so I cherished her even more.

In order to get the investment, I could kneel in front of the investor's door for three days and three nights.

In order to sign the contract, I could drink with the clients until I vomited blood, and then went back with an exhausted body to work on the proposal.

In this relationship, I neglected my own existence and even mistreated my family, so much so that I didn't even notice that my mom was seriously ill.

My mom's illness was already in the late stage when I found out.

Mom should have felt that I gave everything for this relationship, but she didn't say anything because she knew that I loved Bella and she respected my choice.

Touching the coffin, I wanted to go back in time and slap myself hard to wake up.

After setting up the funeral parlor, I sat on the sofa and sent messages one by one, canceling the engagement. As the groom, I didn't invite many guests, only ten, and they would sit at the farthest table from the stage.

It was not that I didn't want to invite many friends, but Bella didn't allow it. She said she invited people with status and reputation, while the people I invited would be embarrassing.

She was particularly generous with this table.

I agreed to such outrageous requests. Why did Bella ignore my small request?

Bella, you were heartless.

"Mr. Martin, I'm sorry, there is no hall available."

The next day, the staff at the funeral home told me some bad news.

"I've already booked the smallest hall you have here. Why do you say there's no more hall?"

I was anxious.

My mother passed away and I wanted to have a small memorial service.

Those guests who couldn't make it to the wedding could come for a posthumous farewell.

It sounded like a joke from hell.

"You did make a reservation, but there was a special circumstance. Someone booked all the halls. Would it be okay to reschedule you for two days from now?"

When a person died, it was important to bury them in the ground for peace, preferably on an auspicious day.

How could I wait for two days?

"Can I ask who booked the venue?" I didn't want to give up. I was going to beg the person who chartered the venue to give me a little time so I could send my mom off.

The staff hesitated for a moment, "I shouldn't have said this, but I see that you work at Evans Company. The person who booked the venue is Ms. Evans from your company."

Bella booked the venue?

Was she making such a big deal in order to hold a memorial service for a dog?

Just then, I saw a man and a woman walk in. They were very intimate, and sure enough, they were Bella and Holden.

Holden looked surprised when he saw me, "James, what are you doing here? Are you following us?"

Bella looked at me coldly, "James, I'm only postponing the wedding date. Are you so small-minded? Can you be a little more generous?"

"Holden is feeling so bad. Don't make it worse. Leave immediately!"

"Auntie also needs your care!"

So she didn't know anything.

Bella.

Right, her attention was all on Holden. How could she notice what happened to me?

My mother had passed away.

She didn't need any care or expert.

I held back my anger and slowly said, "Ms. Evans, did you book this venue?'"

Bella snorted, "James, what do you want to say? That I'm spending money recklessly? This money is from my own pocket, not the company's account."

"Holden has many fans. His beloved dog passed away, and many fans came to pay their respects. We need a venue."

Bella misunderstood. She thought I blamed her for using company money to support Holden's idol career.

I did say before that because Bella spent too much money. Holden became popular with her money, which caused the company to operate poorly.

Bella always confidently asked me back every time.

She had long forgotten that her money was earned by me.

I tried to keep calm, because resentment couldn't solve the problem.

I just wanted to quietly send my mom away. I had decided not to get involved in Bella's life anymore.

"You misunderstood. The company's money is also your money. You can do whatever you want with it."

Bella was stunned. This was the first time I didn't stop her, didn't consider the company, and didn't entangle her.

Yes, even I felt unfamiliar with this version of myself.

"What do you mean, James?" Bella crossed her arms and stared at me coldly.

"Can you give me the smallest one, Ms. Evans?" In front of others, I would address her Ms. Evans. She was afraid that others would know about our relationship and kept a distance from me in front of others.

I would do as she wished, from now on, I would only address her as Ms. Evans, decent and respectful.

"Bella, since James needs it, give it to him. Don't consider me. Bell will understand in heaven."

Holden's beloved dog was called Bell. Bella thought the name sounded good and enjoyed it.

After listening to Holden's words, I felt nauseous.

How could a person be so shameless? Holden often played pitifully in front of Bella. He said it was hard to be an idol. Singing was hard, dancing was hard, acting was hard, and there was no return for his efforts. He would be emotional late at night and even wanted to commit suicide.

At this time, Bella would buy some small gifts to make Holden happy.

Bella didn't hesitate when she swiped the card for luxury goods worth tens of thousands.

When there were resources, Bella used her personal connections to pave the way for Holden.

With fans' support and Bella as a safe haven, how could he say it was hard work?

What about me?

I worked diligently from morning till night, worrying about the company's affairs, schemes, and profits. I worked almost 20 hours a day, even when I was sick.

Bella looked at me coldly, "James, don't go too far. My patience has its limits."

"Bella's funeral should be perfect. What do you mean by having a hall? Are you only satisfied if you stick a thorn in Holden's heart?"

Holden quickly said, "It's okay. It doesn't matter."

After saying that, Holden provocatively glanced at me. His actions were very subtle, and Bella didn't see it.

This kind of situation had happened many times.

I told Bella but she didn't believe me. She thought I was falsely accusing. She didn't know that Holden had gone to great lengths to provoke me in every way possible, making me lose control.

"Ms. Evans, this is my last request to you, okay?"

Bella gritted her teeth, "James, you have disappointed me too much. Disappear immediately. I don't want to see you again."

My heart died.

I turned around silently.

Bella.

I would listen to you the last time.

I would never see you again.